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Dec 2015
Broken, Broken, Broken.
Cursed at the edge.
The bottle smashed on the table,
Sharp half in your hand.
Pointing very stubbornly,
Straight at my heart,
Enforcing love gently,
This is where the killing starts.
Written by
Rhiannon  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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